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Personal

I don't have specific tags for my personal knitting or sewing projects but I tag it all as "personal" for my own organization. I'm working on using a personal knitting/sewing tag

Knitting Tag

personal knitting tag

Art Tag

The art I've made with watercolor and the app Procreate on the ipad

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Ghost [knitting] Project:

I've been planning a Ghost themed shawl and this is the tag for it. Currently I'm still working through the chart and trying to figure that

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My Fics / Fic Writing / Ghost Fic

MASTERLIST [Dracopia AU]

MASTERLIST [MISC]

These three are for my fic posts or musings while I write/work on wips.

My Fics - a long to the things I've written

Fic Writing - thoughts and musings

Ghost Fic - any fics I've reblogged as well as my fics I've posted. It's a catch-all.

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If you've made it this far, thanks! Here's a couple cool photos I made while getting my photography degree.

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A little bit of progress is made almost a week later. Haze goes into Lilith's room at the behest of Perpetua. He wonders if a more feminine presence is smarter to get Lilith to eat. He fears the delicate human will waste away before she gets a taste of what he could offer.

Haze strolls in through the door with a cart piled high of food and colorful bottles. She sways in at ease in a gauzy dress. It's sleeveless with a handkerchief hem at the skirt hem. The straps of her vest are tied together around her neck like a halter style. The wavy mess of her hair is curled around a bun at the back of her head.

But her face! She's the most beautiful woman Lilith has ever seen with those dazzling golden eyes and a blush to her cheeks that seems to sparkle in the light. She seems to walk on air and it's almost like the fabric moves on their own around her, fluttering with a curious sentience.

"Oh! You're awake."

"You are…?"

She smiles and Lilith could drown in it. "I'm Haze."

"That's a peculiar name."

"I'm a peculiar thing, my lady."

Her voice soothes around Lilith much in the same way Perpetua's did but she's sweeter, lighter. Like fairy floss. She hums a laugh. It feels foreign in her throat. Haze meanders on by, right up to her bedside.

"I have food for you. Strawberries and cream?"

She peers over her blanket at the offered bowl. Maybe it's the lack of food in her stomach but it growls immediately at the sight. Lilith salivates and with Haze's eager smile, starts to sit up. She can feel the weakness in her body the second she puts any effort into putting weight on her arms. Haze helps her with a gentle hand and Lilith almost leans into it on instinct.

"Ready for breakfast?"

Lilith nods, weak. "Please?"

Haze fusses over her while she nibbles on what are probably the sweetest, ripest strawberries she's ever tasted. The moan that leaves her is incandescent and Haze files the sound away for her report to give Perpetua later. Within minutes, Lilith clears the bowl of fruit and even licks up the remaining cream.

The taste lingers on her tongue even hours later. When Haze convinces her of a bath, with the lovely smells from potions in her colorful bottles, when she's dressed with care and consideration afterwards. Lilith falls easy and quick into a nap shortly after with the sweet burst of berries still on her taste buds. She curls up to Haze who sits next to her on the bed, brushing her nails down Lilith's long, black, clean hair. Haze slips away once the sun began to dip below the horizon.

"How is she?"

Haze flinches. "Hello to you, too, Perpetua."

"How. Is. She?" He crowds into her space, pushing her to the wall.

She bites back, "Fine."

"Fine?"

"She's a bit better. At the very least she managed to eat and I gave her a bath."

Perpetua steps away at that and Haze can finally take a breath. "That's good. Thank you."

He starts turning to ready himself for bed and removes his chrome mask to rub at his eyes. But as always, Haze has to butt in with snark. She catches up to him with her cart and bumps his hip with hers.

"I see why you like her. I'm sorry for teasing you."

"Thank you—?"

"Your little human has the most perfectly perky tits I've ever seen—oh no!"

Perpetua grabs her and covers her mouth with his palm. From behind he locks Haze into his firm hold and growls by her ear. "I can replace you with another if you say one more crude remark. Got it?" He digs a sharp nail into her cheek, drawing blood.

Haze muffles to his palm, "Fine." When she's let go, she finds Perpetua licking up the small gathering of golden sweetness. "When did you get so prudish?"

"She's special. And I've already shocked Lilith that she'll barely eat, I don't want to make her catatonic at the… blasé way we talk about our bodies."

"How courteous of you." She wipes at her scratch with her thumb and it comes up clean.